Good morning, everyone. I have so news.
First, the end of the volu is upon us. Chapter 268 will be the last regular chapter of volu 8. Of course, we will have the prologue and then a few fun side stories. After that, Ko-Fi advance chapters will launch into volu 9.
But before that happens, I have a family vacation coming up. The last-minute heads-up is not my doing this ti, but it is what it is. I'll be heading out of state and into the mountains for so ti. So I won't be returning til July 23rd. I'll see you again then, but of course, the regular chapter is coming out on the 7th as planned.
News on the Kickstarter is good. All my items have been returned to , and I can finally get back to work on them. I'm not 100% sure what I'm going to do, but I'll figure it out.
Thanks, everyone, and happy Monday
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We searched the entire room, but no signs of life or experints existed. It was an empty room.
On the surface at least.
With mana coursing through my eye, I scanned the room one last ti. A single spot, about the height of a doorway, shone brighter than anywhere else. However, through my regular vision, it was nothing more than a wall covered in mushrooms.
"Did you find sothing?" Bowen asked .
I nodded and pointed to the wall. "Sothing is there, and it goes from the base of the floor to about the height of a door. It stands out a lot," I answered.
He followed my finger and tilted his head to the side. The old mage rubbed his chin and shrugged. "It looks like a wall. Could it be a magic spell, perhaps?" Bowen suggested.
"No…it's too consistent. However, it's not a person. It's like a thick wall of ambient mana," I said.
"Ambient mana…" Bowen muttered. "An interesting term. So, shall we see what lies beyond?"
Bowen raised his hand, and flas splattered against the wall. The fungus burned and released a thick, iron-like sll. The object behind the fungus beca more apparent as the ash fluttered to the ground.
"Glass? Or… a mirror?" Sylvia questioned.
It made sense to be confused. The tall dark glass pane stood out imnsely from all the rusted iron around it. Due to its size and shape, it could have been a mirror, but that made little sense. And there was no reflection in the glass, either.
"This must be the dungeon's work," Lord Vasquez said as he thrust his axe into the glass.
But there was no glass shattering. Instead, the head of his axe simply slid into it and disappeared with what seed like little to no resistance.
Lord Vasquez slowly turned his head. "Any suggestions?" he asked Bowen.
Bowen let out a small chuckle. "I didn't get the lecture on this one, sorry," he said with a shrug.
"It…probably goes sowhere, right?" Tsarra asked.
"Most likely," Lord Vasquez said as he pulled his weapon from the glass, revealing it untouched or damaged.
"Then soone needs to walk through it. The odds are it's a trap, and if you move through it fully, you won't be able to co back before dealing with sothing, right?" Professor Garrison asked.
"That would be the worst case, yes. But there may be more to this place and in the caves," I suggested.
"That could be the case. We can—Cerila? Wait—I know you can't hear but…oh," Bowen's outstretched hand fell on deaf ears.
Cerila strode toward the glass, and I grabbed her by the arm. She stopped and smiled warmly as she gently squeezed the hand that held her.
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